10:15 pm, Christmas of 2020
Sometimes I just feel so stuck,
I can't tell you how really feel because if I do I could hurt you,
But because I don't I'm forced to push it all down and burry my feelings,
I know that one day I'm gonna crack and it's all gonna come out in word vomit,
In advance I want to say I'm sorry.
But I won't.
I can't apologize for the way that I feel,
In the end you're the one who made me feel that way,
I'm sorry you'll find out like this,
But I don't wanna ruin your Christmas.
Merry Christmas!
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A/N:
Sorry if this one is hard to follow. I just needed a release from some of my thoughts and writing always helps me out. Much love to everyone who reads my poetry. I may not be a professional but I try my best! Until next time!
- Love, Torie 💕
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